global worming

global worming (about a worm that unknowingly experiences the effects of global warming in its ecosystem)

these dust-striken archways

feel teethless now

a sun-baked home

far away from the sun

have we reached the center

of the earth, of life?

have we reached the center

of the earth, of life?

the everything magma

the heart of us all

leaving a slight taste

of iron

on our tongues

is this the beginning

of the world

dried up star

where it all began?

is this the beginning of the world

or is it

is it the end?

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does this consciousness doom me to unhapinness?? would i be happier as a confused worm, a small decaying untiring little worm that dreams of reaching the center of earth? i guess worms don't dream. i do love dreaming, of strange worlds with strange people in strange conundrums far away from the worldliness of it all. i don't know if i'm more scared of global warming or that worldliness, the murderous dryness of a mind-numbing meaningless living.